The idealistic, scenic world that we got lost in was full of blue skies and seas,
and love from our own heaven.
The Jesus we called upon did not arrive, so we created our own mind to worship.
No powerful Christ or God above,
just the neverending surrounding love.
And harmony was the music that your guitar sang,
and unity; the song your angelic voice played.
In this dream of a life that seems perfect
the pretty days will be full of smiles and change.
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